Sunday, March 17, 2013

father and son

Thirty years ago, my dad dug a big 'ol hole in some property in North Carolina, worked up some blueprints, and planned to build his dream home. The house was never built, but the hole remains.

This past weekend my son decided that the steep, twelve-foot side of the hole made a perfect slide. And, since every good death-defying stunt deserves an audience, he asked me to come watch.


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